every time i think of you i end up crying
it is april and my eyes are wide open
daydreaming about the love we once had
lashing out, careless, pained
a hastily grasp of delusion
sprinting forward towards ghosts
ghosts of what we
z.drafts
just my unfiltered thoughts
april 18, 2025
More and more, as I read my thoughts, I end up hating my writing. So many patterns, so many repeated words, so much disfunction, so unorganized, so ugly. I used
your lie
our beings are so much like arima kousei and my miyazono kaori. you are such an enigma.